ME AND THE MANAGEMENT: An Autobiographical Look at Life's Serendipitous and Synchronistic Journey Accompanied by a Plethora of Other-Worldly Helpers

By Baker Angela

 

“This is my life,” says Angie Baker. It’s been a life full of highs and lows, joy and love, twists and turns and all accompanied by wonderful, otherworldly, good-humoured helpers -  Angie’s guides.

 

“We can all be giants when we remove our blinkers of fear

• Language: English
• Publisher: That Guy's House
• Release date: Sep 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781913479114

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Prologue

Life can only be understood backwards

but it must be lived forwards.

Soren Kierkegaard

I

F I was writing a book to make a lot of money, it would probably have to be a good detective novel — with at least a few grim murders in it — but money is not the primary aim. Also, my guides had commented on my lack of imagination. The latter gift is very necessary for producing a good novel. So, this is the result and with the help of my writing guides. It’s all been put on paper — as The Management had asked.

This book is a recollection my life that has been accompanied by my many spiritual guides and helpers. It has not always been easy and has usually been a challenge. The only way of tackling something as onerous as living is — however it starts — to keep on going, because sooner or later the page will turn over.

Thank goodness that, when at the start of life, we don’t consciously look ahead — as to see the whole is far too daunting and the road ahead is many times too high, uncertain and narrow. What is written in this book is a retrospective look at the journey so far. It is the history of a life full of amazing changes and great love. Looking back helps to see the terrain as it really was, full of delightful turns and twists, from nerve-racking high drama to joy.

My guides have been with me all the way and this story can only be told according to my view so, being human, it will always be self-edited. The work is part mine and part channelled, although my guides tell me that it’s all channelled — as that is what I do. I refer to my guides throughout with great affection as The Management.

I started writing this memoir shortly after The Management had smartly told me not to behave like a teenager any more; their request was for me to write a book with them. Given that my age had tipped over into the seventies at the time and my request to them had just been for a bit of male energy in my life, it seemed a rather odd statement. We do all have free will here and certainly do not have to comply, but being me and being a dyslexic, as usual, I rose to the challenge and jumped to it as they knew I would. The first thing that they asked was that I make an arrangement to meet up with my writing guides each morning at the same time. I realise that this was to instil a strict habit; well there was no stopping me once I started.

Thank goodness for computer spell-checker — a useful modern innovation. I can now check my spells. I must now apologise for the frequent use of — I — it is a bit of a habit as being the third child down in a large family, the elders have a tendency to speak for you; but, I was always very sure of what — I — wanted and did not need older sisters to speak for me. I — had to speak up for – me.

So this is it, my personal truth concerning my current life and in common with all other beings I have had many lives — and in many dimensions. When it will be proven that lives are concurrent or consecutive who knows? But, at this time, the quantum physicists are still debating this point.

Accompanying me in this life, as well as all my wonderful human friends, there are a delightful group of other dimensional friends; they are continuously with me on my journey — those delightful energies being what The Management jokingly refers to as my plethora of other worldly helpers. My feelings for them are of deep love and gratitude; this is in return for their love, protection, and the wonderful sense of humour that they need when we work together in this earthly dimension.

Sad to say, it is necessary for me to take on board their continuous admonitions to stop being so serious and to have some fun — that’s strange, as that is what I thought telling this story was.

So that’s my homework, OK! I’ll have some fun!

Chapter One

Real spirituality is the greatest rebellion there is.

It’s risky; it’s adventurous; it’s dangerous.

Osho

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O start a book discussing death can be looked upon as rather odd. Books are often started by a birth but what are the differences between birth and death? They are just transitions. Does the chrysalis die for the butterfly to live? No, it’s just a process of transition. Why should we be any different from any other living thing? With each significant door closing in our life another — often surprisingly — promptly opens.

This door opened with a resounding crash. I have been told since, that I planned it and wanted it to be this way — and at this time — and firing on all fronts. So, I have nobody else to complain to except myself, even if it was all a bit full on. I was, as you will soon see, going through life in the usual way thinking nothing unusual was around the corner. Life just goes on, then — wham! — I was brought face to face with all my helper’s guardians, logistical coordinators; in fact, all those that are usually hidden from us whilst we are on our latest sojourn in this dimension.

They are the guardian energies that are with us from our birth, I fondly call them The Management. I know that others often call them Angels — they don't have wings, it’s just the elevated vibrational field around them that shows up when they visit us as on earth. Earth has a very low and dense vibration. Angels are just one of a numerous names that they have been given, we won’t go into that here, just know that you are cared for and loved by them, and they are always with us. So, with any help or thing that we need we must remember to ask for it to be given — mostly!

My major guide and helpers are with me all day and night. I can constantly, physically feel them vibrating around me, touching me, always quick to answer when I have a question, ever ready with a nudge or a bit of information for me or those around me in this dimension, they are not too serious and always love a bit of fun: but, every so often they bring tears of amazement to my eyes, I must just accept and never question.

So here we are. It all started one day whilst in a place of deep despair and mourning, my husband of forty-nine years had recently passed away. I was in dark, grey place of reassessing my future and despondently thinking that the next time, when I was going to shop and driving along the bendy, twisting roads, with the deep drops and gullies that surround me here in the hills of southern France, that — Yes! it might be best not to go around the corner, but to just continue and drive straight on over the top.

The result of that passing thought made me realised how powerful my manifesting was getting, as a few days later on a sunny day I was driving to the shops, the car windows open a bit, the sun was shining and I was singing, then in flew a bee and distracted me, at the very moment I was driving around a bend. So, without breaking I drove off the road and into the only tree at the top of a big drop. The car hit the tree and was thrown back into the road and overturned, after hearing the fuel sloshing around — there was silence — just absolute silence.

On recovering consciousness, I slipped out of my undone seatbelt, and to this day I have no idea how I got out of the seat belt whilst hanging upside down, or how I passed through the small gap at the top of the window. I am quite substantial; remember this gap in the window was now upside-down at the bottom and level with the road. All that I can remember was the sight of my dead husband John's hands; these I instantly recognised, they were on the seat pockets of my jeans, pushing me out of the window in a rather undignified manner. I crawled across the road to lie in the ditch as I was fearful that the car would catch fire.

Two vertebrae were broken and the pain was extreme, as I was crawling I swore at the top of my voice calling John everything under the sun for letting this happen to me. He was then with me standing there so clearly on a bank, by the side of the road, laughing at me saying You’re not coming up here yet. This made me furious, as I had no belief of up here or down there, but of course it was up, he was on a higher vibrational level.

Some months later my guides told me that the occasion was a pivotal time in my life, a time of choice whether to stay or go through the gate. This time I visualised the portal as a small low mossy wooden gate — this dimension, as well as others, are full of portals. The Christians call them pearly gates. Why are they called pearly gates? In The Book of Revelation 21:21 there are twelve pearl gates, each one a single pearl. My guides said that there was not enough time for me to die and be reborn, the time was now for the work I had to do, and so they prevailed upon me to do it as I had originally wished to.

I accepted, taking up that new life as an adult with no time for a turnaround, I am now a different and extended version of me. In fact now a very different version of me, the odd thing is there is no fear of fatal car accidents or any other thing happening that might send me hurtling into the next dimension, though I would be happy to pass on whenever they and I might wish.

In the meantime I intend to do whatever they ask of me and whatever takes my fancy, I am as well as all others here a free agent.

I was strapped into a moulded plastic body brace, given a crutch, and was returning home after my stay in hospital. A neighbour, who was driving me home, thought that I must be mad, but humoured my request, to go up via the hills to the site of the accident on our way home. I was concerned because one of my green malachite earrings was lost at the time; it had fallen into the long grass where I had lain in the ditch. She stopped the car in a safe place and went and searched, but returned saying it was not to be found. I never take no for an answer, and so tottered up on my crutch and — hey presto — I pointed it out at once. This discovery left her silent for a long time. She then, later, made a remark as to what she thought I was!... No, not this time around.

After a few days at home as I was standing at the window in my back brace looking out at the garden and thought why have this large garden and be shut away alone behind electric gates. I promptly made a decision that over the next few months I would have someone to help me decorate the house with a view to selling it.

A little later that year, on a hot August afternoon, I was sitting at the computer researching the care and pruning of a walnut tree. Out of the blue — bang! — a punch in the chest that felt like a big fist, no warning signs, nothing, so falling to the floor and grabbing the phone I called a friend. He came, climbed over the front gate and called an ambulance, so off to hospital for the second time in a few months. My heart had just stopped, restarted, and then went out of rhythm for the next six months. When we have been under super stress and its over, within the following year a heart problem is very common. It's really like the elastic breaking, impossible to slow down; one can only just crash into a wall to stop it. It is very common to die within a year of a mate, sounds romantic: it’s a broken heart — a real thing – it happens.

One must deliberately take steps to untangle ourselves from our partners and discover our own soul deep inside. So, take the time to re-access your life and discover who you are right now.

This was to be the start of some months of heart arrhythmia accompanied by complete exhaustion that was so bad I was unable to cross a road alone, my body was painfully slow in its movements. There were repeated attacks of arrhythmia, each time they appeared out of the blue, I was brought totally into myself and alone deciding what was next, to stay or go. I realised that it was a time of in-between — here and there — and the balance was more in favour of there for a while.

Living on my own, and behind locked gates, was very hard but the odd thing was, each time when laying on the floor with yet another arrhythmia attack the cat appeared from wherever he was way over in the garden. He lay next to my chest purring very loudly as if to make my heart go back into a regular pattern. Cats have an extraordinary healing energy although very independent of humans, they are very closely linked to us; over my desk is a photo of a cat lying on its back, arms stretched out, fast asleep, it is there to remind me to physically rest in the way that only cats can.

One day, at eight in the morning, whilst I lay on the floor with a particularly violent attack and with my heart beating all over the place I lost my temper and shouted at the top of my voice saying If I have to have this bloody thing I MUST HAVE SOME MUSIC — NOW! Immediately I heard Glen Gould’s performance of Bach’s Goldberg variations at full volume, it was filling the room with its wonderful energy. Wow! It was tremendous, the odd thing was that at that time I just accepted it as normal. Some days I stand back from myself with amazement at how everything is just accepted. Whatever comes along I never a question or doubt, never fearful, just joyful, and so grateful every time for all the love joy and care that they give me. Don’t ask me who, or what they are, or what they are called, or prove who they are — they are The Management — to me.

This is written with great love, and gratitude for their constant sorting out and the protection that goes on in the background of my life, I am very much a human and often falter and usually it’s about money, but they never let me down. A lesson to learn here and it is that we are supplied with abundance of whatever we need and at the right time. We need to remember that it’s not for us to worry about how, that’s not our job, and we must learn to just accept with gratitude and grace.

So, now my manifesting was changing as I was remembering how to bring up the power from the earth at will, feeling it rising through my feet highly controlled. Also, I am now aware that I must be very, very careful to only use this for good because having always had a rather fiery temper, that rises just as fast, this ability could do damage, so it must be used with great thought, it is not something to be played with or to go on an ego trip with. Thank goodness I arranged for it to stay in abeyance until I attained the wisdom of my later life, I think I have misused this skill before in another time.

Once I used this ability in anger, when sleeping in a room that had been inhabited by a long dead hangman who hadn't fully passed over, he was stuck and was unable to realise the time was for him to move on. He was very cross at my presence in his house and his room, so he was throwing my things around. I sat up in bed and, with such rage, really let rip at him soundlessly in my head about what he should do and where he should go. He shot off and didn’t give me any more trouble for the rest of my sojourn in that house.

After six months and well on the road to recovery, life proceeded to take yet another bizarre turn, when working in the kitchen one day, bending down for a cookery book I suddenly lost the sight in my right eye and there was something pale blue flapping in my field of vision. Well, there I was alone with my sight going in one eye, so I called a friend to take me to a doctor, this time the macula had split probably as the result of a blow to the head from the car accident.

So, there was yet another visit to the hospital and it was slowly healed, thanks to the amazing French health service yet again; now the second eye looks to be going the same way. The two eyes see differently, one’s vision has an upward curve and the other a downward curve, this makes motorway driving a bit stressful. The upkeep on this body is getting a bit pricey, but it has a long way to go yet, and it’s always the same when keeping good old cars on the road.

Shortly after that time an odd dream came along, I awoke with the word Horus in my head and a very strong feeling of Egypt. So, why a dream of Horus? Then within days, coincidentally, I was given a stone that looked exactly like an Egyptian painted eye, well that started me off — the search was on now in earnest now, like a carrot to a donkey.

The Egyptian god Horus was depicted as part man, part hawk, he lost the sight of the right eye, the gods then promised to restore his sight if he promised to guard the land of Egypt in the future. So, there we go, my sight has been mended after a fashion, but I’ve yet to go to Egypt — who knows I might one day, I’ve always been attracted to that country, perhaps